Emerald's PbP game

[Manzanita]

Reinert

OOC: I went ahead & posted Reinert on the Rogues Gallary thread Krug started.

Reinet asks Cattivo. "Hey helfy, don't you need to buy a big axe or something? How are you going to kill those nasties if they get too close for your crossbow?"

He then says something in Dwarven. Does Cattivo understand?

 

[Capellan]

"A dagger will suffice for me. They're well suited for silencing folk who talk too much."

Cattivo does not speak Dwarven.

 

[Krug]

Jarrad looks at the dwarf. "So you have a longsword too," he says. "Well... it's not as LONG as mine!" he sneers. "And shouldn't you be using a SHORT bow?" Jarrad laughs at his own joke.

 

[MerakSpielman]

Edit: Husband was logged into my computer and he did not log out, will repost as myself.

 

[Emerald]

You also sell the spellbook for 250 gp.

You ask around and find out that the pass through the mountians between Trisha's Docks and Evernest has been beset by monsters. There are at least two monsters that stand 8 feet tall and are covered in feather and fur. A man left with the intention of tracking the beasts last night. That is all they know.


[OOC: I will be out of town until Monday night and we can pick up with you all leaving town then]

 

[Manzanita]

Reinert

Reinert scowls at Jarred's short comment, but comes up with no reply. "Hey, Catty. I was just trying to tell you about the new name I"ve got for you. It means 'Heart of Bravery' in God's language (Dwarven). It's pronounced 'Helfy'." Reinert keeps his face straight. "Meanwhile, I'll going to try to find you a better weapon to defend yourself with. That dagger's just not going to cut against 8 foot tall winged ogres. Of course, I've now spent all my cash for that fine pipeweed & ale. Jarred, perhaps you could find another weapon to bring along just in case Helfy needs one.

"Hey Cid. Is there a temple of your faith around here? I'm still dying with curiosity about what your religion is all about. I'd go with you. You could tell them I'm your dad."

OOC: If anyone else speaks dwarvish, let me know.

 

[Creamsteak]

"It seems that they know 'of' my religion, but that's it. My temple praises Ra-Pelor, which some worshipers of Pelor believe is a false appearance of Pelor. I'm quite sure that it's the same god, just a different religion and church, with a slightly more Cuthbert like faction of militant priests."

 

[Krug]

"Pah... well whatever God you call yours, he better give you good fortune with mace!" says Jarrad. "Shall we be on our way?"
He'll jump into the wagon and be ready for the journey ahead.

 

[Manzanita]

Reinert

"So Cid. If I wanted to join your church, could I still kill orcs, goblins & large hairy/feathery things without remorse? Would I just have to try to talk them out of their evil ways, or is that just your theory on how to do things? Care for a smoke?"

 

[MerakSpielman]

"... I'm quite sure that it's the same god, just a different religion and church, with a slightly more Cuthbert like faction of militant priests."

"Militant, eh? Good! A little violence is probably what we need on this errand. Glad to hear you won't shirk at a bit of head bashing!

"Me, I could care less about the gods. Did you know there's no god of the ocean? Isn't that strange? If I were to worship any god, that would be the one. Obad-Hai is close, but he's just a generic-brand 'God of Nature,' of which the sea just happens to be a part. He's god of the sea by default - not because he feels any particular attachment to those of use who spend our lives out on it.

"Did you say it's finally time to go? Right. Those of you who want a ride, climb on in."

Kaltide steers his wagon out onto the west road, keeping a watchful eye out for any villiagers they might pass on the way. Once we get out into the wilderness, he sighs and relaxes and pays a lot less attention to his surroundings.